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Money, Money, Money

(A college-aged Twisted Wonderland AU starring Jamil Viper and Kalim Al-Asim inspired by Money, Money, Money by ABBA)

Word Count: ~4k

In my dreams, I have a plan

If I got me a wealthy man…

Money, money, money

Must be funny

In the rich man's world…

In terms of insufferable, spoiled rich-boys, Kalim Al-Asim was not too bad. In childhood, he was too squeamish for catching frogs and too inattentive for watching birds. He was loud and clumsy but doe-eyed and gentle at the same time. His tutors loved him even though his academics were nothing more than average at best. He never developed any skills worthy of bragging which meant he never considered himself above anyone else. Especially not Jamil. And Jamil hated that.

He hated that Kalim could not see the evident differences in the status they held. He hated that Kalim always dragged him around by the hand, demanding to play with him or read with him or dance with him. He hated the goofy smile Kalim greeted him with every morning. He hated the way Kalim called him his friend. They were not friends, they never had been. Because even as a child, Jamil knew that he was a servant and that no matter what he did, Kalim would always be better than him. Not because of his skills or his smarts but because of his money.

Money was something Jamil always knew would be an illusion to him. Any money his family made working for the Asim family was immediately used up to keep themselves afloat. They weren’t paid enough to save. Jamil was in middle school when he realized the cycle his family was going to be eternally stuck in. In order to raise their status, they needed more money. In order to be paid more money, they needed to do more work. In order to do more work, they needed more children to help them. But having more children meant their living expenses went up and they needed to spend even more of what they had. They would never have enough money to stop being servants. It was better to just accept that.

But sometimes - on warm, quiet nights when he could carve out some time to be alone - Jamil allowed himself to dream. He imagined himself dressed in silk and brilliantly white linen with no fear of soiling them. He imagined his neck and arms heavy with gold and jewels and bangles of every color. He imagined his parents and his sister off in their own glorious houses without cares. He imagined swimming pools and sportscars and parties that lasted days. It was a fantasy. A life like that was never something that he could attain. After all, he was tied to the Asims by duty. But maybe if his tie was different. If instead of being bound by servitude, there was something else… something more profitable. Marriage?

Jamil surprised himself with the thought. He tried to immediately push it out of his mind but it crawled its way back. The idea was intoxicating in a way. If he were married into the Asim family, their wealth would be his own - at least some of it. And it would be shameful to force your own family into servitude whether they be by blood or marriage. His family could be free and he could be rich. All there was to do was get Kalim to agree. But Kalim was squeamish when it came to things like that. He had this foolish ideology that marriage could not be influenced by economics or politics. Marriage was for people in love. There was no chance he would agree to marry Jamil and set him free. And besides, he didn’t even realize that Jamil was stuck. He thought they were friends, that Jamil chose to follow him to Night Raven just to spend more time by his side. Poverty and necessity and duty were things Kalim simply could not comprehend. So Jamil would just have to convince him to fall in love with him.

Though it would be a long process, it would be easy enough. Jamil was pretty sure Kalim was half in love with him already. He was always following Jamil around like a puppy even though there was an entire campus he could wander around. Kalim had many friends but he didn’t look at them the same way he looked at Jamil and he didn’t stand as close to them or hang on to every word they spoke. It had always irked Jamil how tightly Kalim clung to him. But now he was grateful for it. It would make everything go so much smoother.

He had to choose the perfect time to begin. It had to feel real and natural so Kalim wouldn’t suspect it was all a ruse. It didn’t feel like something he could plan, it would have to be spontaneous but it would also have to make sense. They’d known each other for years, there had to be a good reason for the inevitable question of: “why now?” It wasn’t a moment that could be carefully cultivated, Jamil would just have to watch for the stars to align. He didn’t like the feeling that it was out of his control. But he knew the perfect moment would come eventually. He was good at being patient.

There were many moments where Jamil and Kalim were alone. After all, it was Jamil’s job to be with him at all times. Every night, he would come into Kalim’s room to help him wind down for bed. It was on one of these nights when he got the feeling that the time would never be more right. He opened up the window, letting the warm air blow into the room. The only light was the yellow glow of the lamp on Kalim’s bedside table. Kalim lounged in his bed, wearing his silk robe, his hair still damp from the shower. He stretched his arms over his head with a yawn.

Jamil sat on the bed, facing away from Kalim. He let his hair down from its ponytail, taking special care to make sure it flowed down his back like a rippling waterfall. He could feel Kalim staring. He was always staring. This time, instead of ignoring it, he stared back. Kalim grinned at him.

“What?” Kalim asked.

“Nothing.” Jamil made his voice quiet and shy-sounding. As dense as Kalim was when it came to subtlety, he definitely picked up on that. He leaned a bit closer to Jamil.

“No, there’s something,” he said. “What’s on your mind?” Jamil averted his eyes for a second, hoping the darkness concealed what was probably an unconvincing attempt at being coy. The one thing Jamil hadn’t planned for was the fact that he had to feign a nervous vulnerability. But there was no time to doubt his acting abilities. He just had to go for it.

“It’s stupid,” he said. He fixed his eyes on Kalim again. This was it, this was the moment to put everything into action. Why did he feel so nervous?

Before he could overthink, Jamil leaned in and kissed Kalim on the mouth. Kalim gave a startled gasp but didn’t pull away. As the surprise faded, Kalim relaxed into Jamil, finally kissing him back. Jamil’s heart pounded, not because of some sudden attraction to Kalim but because of the knowledge that finally the dominoes were beginning to fall.

Kalim pulled back suddenly and the air between them became cold. He stared at Jamil with his eyes huge and reflecting the lamplight.

“Hey,” Kalim sputtered out. “What was that about?” Jamil’s cheeks went hot. He had tried to ignore the possibility that Kalim didn’t actually feel attracted to him. The entire plan hinged on Kalim’s feelings which made Jamil’s stomach twist in knots. He could manipulate most things except for this. Kalim had to love him. He just had to. Or it would never work. Jamil could feel his dreams of wealth slipping through his fingers. And this stunt he had pulled could easily cost him not just his job but the livelihoods of his entire family. How could he have been so reckless? So stupid?

“I mean…” Kalim continued, swallowing hard, “I had no idea… I thought… I thought you didn’t feel the same.” Jamil’s heart skipped a beat. Pounce on this.

“I do,” Jamil muttered, keeping his voice soft enough that Kalim had to lean in to hear him. “I was always just too scared to say anything.”

“Scared? Of what?”

“Of you. Of the great Asims. Your family’s pretty traditional and I didn’t know if something like this would be okay or if you’d even want-” Before he could finish his sentence, Kalim grabbed him by both sides of his face and pulled him in for another kiss.

This one was different than the first. It was more sure, more confident, and somehow more desperate almost like Kalim had to confirm this wasn’t a joke. It felt wrong, gross even. This was the person who was keeping him and his family chained to a life of servitude. But the ends justify the means - always. Jamil had to keep going.

He knew the rhythms and the places his hands and lips and tongue should go. He had done this before with visiting servant boys from distant provinces at the grand multi-day extravaganzas he was forced to attend. He also knew that Kalim had no experience. He would be expecting Jamil to take the wheel. Good.

Jamil let his hands wander. Kalim was tense at first, unsure, but he started to relax. He leaned back on his massively overstuffed pillows as Jamil straddled his waist, one leg on either side of him. He felt Kalim’s fingers weave into his hair, pushing it away from both of their faces. It had been threatening to choke them both. But they continued.

Eyes still closed and mind laser-focused, Jamil expertly untied Kalim’s robe. He felt Kalim shudder as his bare chest became exposed to the night air. He could even feel tiny goosebumps raise on his skin. Jamil couldn’t help but smile. All was going according to plan. He broke away from Kalim’s lips, keeping a hand in his chest so he couldn’t follow. Which he tried. Jamil planted whisper-soft kisses against his jaw, his neck, his collar. Kalim’s grip tightened on his hair but he continued down. He kept the motion slow and firm as he traveled across Kalim’s chest, down his stomach, to the waistband of his briefs.

Kalim’s breath hitched in his throat and trembled on the way out. Jamil traced his fingers over the curve of Kalim’s thigh. His heart raced. This was working. And it was so much easier than he had dreaded. Kalim had always fallen in love with things so quickly. One night of service to Kalim Al-Asim, and he would be wrapped around Jamil’s finger for life.

Everything changed after that night. Kalim had no reservations about the entire world knowing about the shift in their dynamic. He was no longer content to have Jamil trail behind him in his shadow. He now insisted upon holding Jamil’s hand and dragging him right up by his side. He spent every moment he could touching Jamil. In class, his hand would find his thigh or his bicep or his spine or his hair. He would move chairs closer so that their bodies were mere centimeters apart. It all made him nauseous. Why, why, why did every moment need touching? Why did the smell of his soap have to imbed itself in his nostrils at every moment? Why did his bracelets need to jingle in his ears constantly? They had spent nearly every moment together their entire lives, but now they were so physically near each other. And he hated it. It was too close. Too much.

To make matters worse, Kalim had so many friends. Nearly every person they passed on campus wanted to say hello and Kalim would always stop to chat. It didn’t matter where they were going or what they were doing, Kalim would always stop. Students swarmed the two of them like insects, feasting on every scrap of attention Kalim could shell out for them. They were all so disgustingly doe-eyed at the possibility that the great Kalim Al-Asim could give them a second of his time. It churned Jamil’s stomach. But he couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t even raise the hood of his sweatshirt and scowl until Kalim could be pulled away. No, now he had to stand at the center of the crowd and hold Kalim’s hand and smile.

Kalim also insisted on integrating himself into what little free time Jamil had to himself, especially when it came to basketball club. It was easy enough to have him in the crowd at games but he wanted to attend the practices too. This meant that other random students also tried to attend. He was able to shut that down fairly easily though. He told them that practices had to remain private. Of course, Kalim still took his spot in the bleachers every time. His presence became so notable - so obvious and jarring - that Jamil once caught the Leech twins staring. That alone made his blood run cold. If anyone would be able to see through the charade, it would be them. And they would dangle that knowledge over his head and make him dance.

He could not let that happen. He couldn’t afford to drop the facade for even a moment. He had to make sure that there was no room for doubt in anyone’s mind. So he squeezed Kalim’s hand and leaned his head on his shoulder and laughed at everything he said. For months, he carefully constructed every response and every movement to be that of a man in love. It was slowly suffocating him. Everything took so much effort that it gave him persisting headaches. But even on days where a migraine confined him to laying in his bed in the dark, Kalim still wormed his way in.

“You don’t have to stay,” Jamil groaned one day from beneath a massive pillow he had placed specifically to squash his skull against the mattress. He couldn't explain why but it felt good. And it muffled Kalim’s voice which was especially piercing during a migraine attack.

“I know,” Kalim hummed from his perch on Jamil’s desk. Jamil hadn’t opened his eyes in nearly an hour. For all he knew, Kalim could be whittling his pencils into a fine dust.

“Then why are you here?” He asked. He winced at his own words. That sounded too ungrateful, too harsh to come from a boyfriend.

“To keep you company.” Jamil stifled a scoff. He cringed at the jingle of Kalim sliding off the desk. His mattress creaked a bit as Kalim sat on the side of it. A shiver ran up his spine as Kalim’s fingertips began gently scratching his back. “Do you remember when I got poisoned?”

“Huh?”

“You stayed up with me for days until I felt better.”

“That’s ‘cause I thought you were dying.” Kalim laughed loudly which created a stabbing pain between Jamil’s eyes. He stopped quickly.

“Sorry, I forgot about the noise thing,” Kalim whispered. “Anyway, you spent a lot of time by my side when I was sick. Many, many times. I just want to do the same for you. Because I love you.” The reality was that Jamil had not stayed up with Kalim all those hours out of the goodness of his heart. It was his job to ensure he made a full recovery every time. And he didn’t just sit there and hang out, he was working the entire time. Fetching medicines and towels and water and whatever else he was barked at to get. But it didn’t really matter. Kalim saw it as an act of love so an act of love it became. It was laughably easy to get him to believe things were done out of love. Obligation wasn’t a word he was familiar with. No one ever expected Kalim to do anything so he couldn’t comprehend why someone would do anything out of an unspoken expectation.

“I love you too,” Jamil mumbled into his mattress. Those words always tasted like bile in Jamil’s mouth. It felt like a betrayal to his family and to every other servant throughout history. But it would be worth it. It would have to be worth it.

There were days where it was harder to keep up the lie. When practice was hard or homework was piling up or there were simply too many people trying to speak to him, he felt his patience wearing thin. Sometimes, all he wanted to do was end Kalim’s ceaseless jabbering in his ear. And it was no longer enough to just stand there and nod occasionally, Kalim actually wanted him to participate in everything. He pulled him into conversations with strangers just because he wanted some input. But Jamil didn’t want to give input, he didn’t care. More than ever, he wanted to be alone. He always wanted to be alone. But he could be alone when he was rich. He just had to keep reminding himself of that. There was a shiny, golden light at the end of this tunnel, he had to believe that. Just one step at a time and he would make it there.

Nights were easier. He spent most of them lounging across Kalim’s lap, trying not to doze off as Kalim combed his gentle fingers through his hair. There was a specific spot at the base of his skull that Kalim somehow knew to massage to melt away the tension he was constantly carrying. In those moments, the effort was worth it. It gave him a glimpse into the life that was in store for him. Relaxation and luxury and comfort and money.

It all came back to money. Part of him loathed himself for being so obsessed with wealth but he couldn’t help it. He was enamored by the idea of his biggest problem in life being that his storerooms were too small to fit all his gold. Never again would he have to witness his mother’s cracked, bleeding hands after a day filled with washing dishes. Never again would he watch his father limp to bed with hunched shoulders. Never again would he overhead his sister complaining of broken nails and feeling like a bird in a cage. They would be free and happy. He would be free and happy. All he had to do was wait. It could take years but he could do it. He could feign a lover’s bliss.

And it wasn’t as if Kalim was hard to love. On the contrary. If things were different, Jamil could see himself being enamored by Kalim the same way everyone else was. He was kind and generous and had a certain unexplainable magnetism to him. But a servant cannot love the one who keeps them enslaved.

“Jamil!” Jamil’s eyes flew open and a gasp escaped his mouth. He was still in Kalim’s bed but his head was no longer in his lap. Panic set in. Where was Kalim? What happened? How could he have let his guard down?

But Kalim was at the foot of the bed with both hands on the mattress and a wide grin across his face. Knowing he was fine meant Jamil’s panic was replaced with annoyance. It was still the middle of the night but Kalim had thrown back the curtains to let in the moonlight. And he was practically vibrating with excitement for some reason.

“What?” Jamil groaned. He always found it harder to be sweet after waking up. He needed a good hour alone before he was ready for any sort of interaction.

“Come with me,” Kalim said. He grabbed Jamil’s hand and practically yanked him off the bed. Jamil sighed but allowed Kalim to lead him to the window. Kalim dropped Jamil’s hand, and opened the huge window with a flourish. Just outside, his magic carpet floated at exactly the right height to step out on. The night breeze made Kalim’s robe flutter around him like an angel’s wings as he boarded the carpet. He turned back to Jamil and held his hand out.

“What are you doing?” Jamil asked.

“Do you trust me?”

“Kalim, you know I don’t like-”

“Do you trust me?” Something was weird. Jamil could sense it. Kalim was never secretive - not to him. All Jamil wanted to do was shut Kalim outside and crawl back into bed. But this was one of those moments that could elevate a relationship or completely ruin it, depending on the reaction. Jamil couldn’t risk it. He took Kalim’s hand.

The carpet was unsteady under Jamil’s feet and he felt instantly nauseous. Kalim pulled him down into a sitting position and threw both arms around him as the carpet took off into the sky. Jamil clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut. Kalim’s laughter rang in his ears, somehow cutting through the whooshing of the wind all around him.

“Where are we going?” Jamil shouted over the wind.

“It’s a secret!” Jamil gritted his teeth and sucked in his breath. He was glad the carpet didn’t need a pilot because his hair was enveloping both of them in a vortex they couldn’t hope to see through. But maybe that was for the best. Jamil had no desire to see just how far beneath them the ground was.

The carpet stopped with a jolt that would’ve thrown Jamil straight off if it weren’t for Kalim’s arms holding him steady. Jamil moved to push his hair out of his face but was immediately met with Kalim’s hand over his eyes.

“What are y-?”

“Hold on a second, I’m not ready!” Jamil felt his frustration rise. Why - why - was Kalim always looking for an excuse to do some reckless, meaningless stunt? He was exhausted and he hated flying and he just wanted to go back to his dorm. Not Kalim’s dorm, his dorm. But he stamped it all down.

“Ready for what?”

“Be patient.”

“Sevens, Kalim I-”

“Ta da!” Kalim removed his hand and Jamil was finally able to look around. In the sand below, a million candles had been placed in the delicate shape of a heart. They were all so small and yet the flickering of the flames created a mesmerizing dance all around them. He was speechless. Had Kalim really done this? No way. This was the kind of job he would’ve passed to Jamil in an instant. But if Jamil hadn’t done it…? Someone else, surely. And besides, Jamil had been by Kalim’s side all day, he wouldn’t have possibly had the time to set everything up.

Jamil spent so long pondering how Kalim could’ve pulled this off that he almost didn’t notice how Kalim had shifted beside him. He turned to speak to him and his heart skipped a beat. In the palm of his hand, he held a golden ring with a line of tiny diamonds around its middle. The stones picked up every little pinprick of starlight. It was dazzling. But Jamil couldn’t get over the fact that this idiot was holding it in the palm of his hand like a child showing off a worm they found.

“What is this?”

“I know this is sudden,” Kalim said. “But I just couldn’t wait anymore.” Jamil’s heart fluttered.

“Is this… a proposal?” Kalim’s grin widened. He nodded. Electricity pulsed through every nerve in Jamil’s body. He was stunned, speechless. He hadn’t expected this to happen so fast. He was prepared to spend years chipping at Kalim’s heart and proving himself worthy of this position. He was prepared to plot and scheme and lie in wait for as long as it took. But here it was: a ring in the hands of a boy he had known his entire life. His key to freedom. He could practically smell the gold coins that would fill his pockets. He could practically feel the jewels that would adorn his neck. This was it. The fruits of years of labor and toil. All it took was a couple months of batting his eyes and twirling his hair. Kalim had always been foolish but this was too fucking easy.

“So…” Kalim said, his voice wobbling ever-so-slightly. “What do you say?” Instead of taking the ring, Jamil threw his arms around Kalim like a real lover would. Kalim laughed and held him close. Jamil couldn’t stop smiling.

Freedom.

Riches.

Money, money, money.

It’s a rich man’s world.

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oopsiedaisymae · 4 months ago

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

summary: your boyfriend undoubtedly loves you very much but some positions just get him going unlike any other

pairings: bachira :: nagi :: chigiri :: kaiser :: sae :: rin :: reo x fem! reader (all characters are aged up!!)

warnings: nsfw/ minors dni, i’ll put individual warnings on each part to not flood this intro but i’d say there’s a tendency for dom! character (overall pretty tame though), pet names, cursing

this is a repost because i'm moving my nsfw works onto this blog!!

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♛ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

tw: creampies, slight hair pulling (f! receiving), manhandling, implied multiple rounds

Bachira is insatiable, to say the least. Chances are his stamina outlasts yours by a longshot. And he’s so absolutely enamoured with you, his favourite position is whichever one he currently has you in. Although there are some you find yourself in more often than others: namely riding him, which almost always turns into him lifting you up by the hips and slamming you back down on him; being nearly folded in half as his hands grab at the flesh of your thighs and Bachira presses you into the mattress with his weight alone; and burying your face into the pillow as he holds you up by the hips, one hand tangling in your hair. Absolutely has bent you over every piece of furniture in your home before, he’s a monster in his own right…

Fingers were dancing up your spine and pressing you down further into the cushions, accompanied by playful laughter that absolutely didn’t match Bachira’s ruthless thrusts which had you gripping onto the armrest of the couch harder. How did you get here again? Your boyfriend came home from practice… and next thing you knew he was rearranging your guts.

“Ah, Meguru… ‘s too deep, I can’t–” you panted, breathless from the effort of trying to keep up with the man behind you. Seriously, shouldn't he be tired after running around all day? Where did he take all that energy from?

“What was that? Sorry, baby, I can’t hear you over the sounds of your wet pussy.” You could practically see his smirk without even having to crane your head around. The hand on your back tangled into your hair, your body bowing as he slightly raised your head, creating a new angle for him to drive his cock into you, his balls smacking against your sensitive folds. “You want me to go deeper, ‘s that it?”

You loved this, you loved this a little too much perhaps. Whenever Bachira bent your body to his liking, almost using you however he pleased, it always left you with your thighs shaking and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. If you ever had to admit it, you might die of shame but with your walls clamping down on his cock and Bachira’s snigger ringing through the room, you had the hunch he already knew.

With his fingers leaving your hair, you fell forwards again but only momentarily before being pulled up entirely by his hand resting on your collarbones to meet his bare chest. You could feel the muscles of his abdomen against your sweat-slicked back, the way they contracted with every thrust upwards. Everytime he pulled you back down to meet him, a firm smack echoed around the room as his strong thighs collided with yours.

“Talk to me, baby, you know I like hearing your pretty voice,” Bachira said, giving a particularly nasty snap and forcing a sharp gasp of his name from you, “especially when you sing my name like that~”

“I’m almost there, Meguru, just hngh–”

“Me too… You can make both of us cum, right? Bet you’d like it if I did this,” your boyfriend huffed, finally showing at least a little bit of strain as he neared his release. The hand on your hip wandered to your core, his index finger pulling up the hood of your clit. When his middle finger put pressure onto the bare tip of the nub, it sent a bolt of electricity racing up your spine, making you straighten in the striker’s hold. Throwing your head back onto his shoulder you let your moans spill freely while digging your fingers into the flesh of his thigh, the other coming to rest over his on your chest. You felt the needy twitch of his cock inside of you as he groaned curses into the skin of your neck. “Shit, you’re making it pretty fucking hard to move when you clench down on me like that.”

Bachira gave a few thrusts before his hips stuttered and he pressed as far into you as he could go as warmth started to flood you and fill you up. The combination of him stuffing you full, his low moans and the practised flicks on your clit sent you straight into your high as well, cunt creaming around him as Bachira moved both hands down to your waist to stop you from trying to run from the overwhelming pleasure.

For a few minutes, your shared panting was all that could be heard as Bachira lazily moved you up and down to ride out both your highs. You were absolutely putty in his arms, more so than before, as he carefully guided your chest to meet the couch again, all the while staying glued to your body. With his weight on top of you and his cum leaking out of you, that was when you realised: he was still hard.

“You always feel so good when you make a mess all over me.” Bachira gently uncurled his and your arms from your tangled bodies, bringing them down on the cushions so he could lay his hands on top of yours and intertwine your fingers.

“Let me give you another one, yeah?~”

♛ 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

tw: cockwarming, creampies, implied exibihitionism/ voyeurism (kinda?), mentions of face-sitting, size kink /difference if you squint hard enough

Nagi is a fan of all things low-effort, not exerting himself when he sees no reason to. So why bother exhausting himself when he’s perfectly capable of making you a mess on top of him? Whether that means having you sit on his face as he eats you out ‘til your thighs are shaking on either side of his head and your hand losing its grip on the headboard or letting you ride him ‘til your legs give out and you breathlessly beg him to take over. That isn’t to say he doesn’t ever take the initiative; you can kiss your ability to walk goodbye whenever that happens though…

You loved watching your boyfriend play games. Not necessarily because of what was happening on the screen but much rather because more often than not you got to sit there for hours on end with Nagi’s thick cock nestled snugly inside of you, clad in nothing but one of his oversized shirts.

Sure, having to hold still when he was rubbing against all your weakest spots so deliciously could be considered a form of torture specifically designed for you but at the same time you felt too full to complain. Instead you merely rolled your head back onto his shoulder, bleary eyes blinking open every now and then when the mindless noises from the game sounded somewhat interesting.

Whatever he was playing didn’t seem to cooperate with him though, curses pushed through gritted teeth giving away to his frustrations. Hearing his deep groan upon having to restart the level again set off a chain event as your walls fluttered around him and you ground yourself down harder in desperate search for some friction. In return, Nagi’s hips thrust up instinctively before tightly clutching your hips to halt your movements. “Not yet, angel. Still need to beat this stupid boss…”

“Sei…” Reaching back to wind your hand into his snowy strands, you lightly raked your fingernails over his scalp and tugged his roots, which earned you a heavenly moan from your boyfriend. “Why don’t you take a break? Maybe you can focus on it better afterwards.”

“Yeah, you gonna help me relax, pretty thing?” Nagi was nosing down the back of your neck, placing open mouthed kisses to your nape as his large palms wandered under your shirt, cupping your boobs and kneading them between his fingers. You merely responded by arching into his touch and rolling your hips down on him again, accompanied by a quiet whine for him to do something, anything. “Fuck, you’re so good to me.”

Guiding your legs to rest over the armrests of his gaming chair, Nagi ran an experimental hand down to your folds, swiping through your arousal and giving your clit a quick swipe of his thumb. The short contact was enough to have you buck into his touch, a whine for more escaping your throat as you shuddered in your boyfriend’s embrace.

“Sei… Please fuck me, I need you so bad, please.”

“Eh, I guess it’s only fair. Been so patient with me, hm?” His big hands were lifting you up by the hips, pulling you off of him almost entirely before sinking you back down, slowly building a steady pace that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head with how deep he was hitting. Nagi brought you to the peak of pleasure so quickly, you weren’t even embarrassed anymore at how eagerly you were clamping down on him.

“Shit, I’m so close, baby, don’t stop,” you panted, breath hot against the side of his neck. One of his hands left your hip only to reappear on your clit, deft fingers drawing firm circles on the little bud, boneless in his grip as he kept bouncing you on his cock. The lewd squelching of your pussy combined with Nagi’s grunts and the slapping of skin against skin had you hurtling toward your high at a dizzying speed. “‘S too much, I can’t–”

“You can and you will, pretty thing,” he huffed as your nails dug into the skin of his wrists. “Almost there, too… Let’s cum together, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up?”

Apparently that was all it took for you to come undone, your walls milking him for all he was worth as he held you tightly against himself as you tried to wind out of his arms. Tilting your head up, Nagi connected your lips in a messy kiss, one you tried your best to reciprocate, swallowing down all the moans bleeding out of you. With a few shallow thrusts upwards, his hips stuttered as his balls clenched and warmth flooded you.

For the next couple of minutes, you both just sat there, trying to catch your breath as his cum leaked from your hole despite his cock still stuffing you. Gently massaging your sore spots, Nagi peppered light kisses all over your temple and cheeks as you simply gazed at him in bliss.

The peaceful atmosphere was broken however when the sound of an incoming discord call rang through the room. Looking at the screen you could vaguely make out Reo’s name before the cursor hovered over the ‘accept’ button, Nagi’s dick twitching back to life.

“Wanna play a game, angel?”

♛ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐇𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐀

tw: oral (f! receiving), hair pulling (m!receiving), oral (m! receiving) implied

Any position in which you can pull on Chigiri’s cherry red locks is a good position in his eyes. Be that tangling your fingers in the strands at his nape while he gazes down on you oh so sweetly in missionary or reaching your hand back to find something to hold on to and ground yourself as he angles his hips deeper into you with your back pressed to his chest. If he had to pick a favourite, however, it would be how you grasp desperately at his hair to pull him where you need him most when he goes down on you…

His shoulders nudged your legs apart further as Chigiri settled between them, at the same time smoothing his hands up the back of your legs to push them up with him. You could feel the adrenaline pulsing through you, shifting along the mattress as his bright eyes drank in the sight in front of him. He watched intensely as your glistening pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation, slick leaking from your slit.

“Don’t you look delicious, sweetheart?” His soft voice drifted to your ears as the pad of his fingers gathered your arousal. Holding them up for you to see, the webbing between the digits was clearly visible in the dim light as he spread them. “All for me, hmm? Are you this wet just because of me?”

“Yeah, of course,” you smiled, one hand cupping his cheek as Chigiri propped himself up. “It’s only ever because of you.”

His pillowy lips broke into a grin as he feathered kisses from your knee up your inner thigh, guiding your legs to rest over his shoulders and frame his beautiful face in the same motion. “You really do know what a man likes to hear.”

“It’s the truth though, nobody’s ever made me feel this way before. In any aspect of life,” you whispered, searching for his hand on the mattress to intertwine yours with it.

You gladly pushed your torso forward to meet your boyfriend halfway as he pressed his lips to yours. Carding your fingers through the strands behind his ear, you scraped your nails across his scalp, making him moan into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. Tongues tangling together and spit dribbling down your chin, you had to break the contact to catch your breaths, Chigiri’s panting heating up the crook of your neck.

Hungry red eyes bored into yours as he swiped some of your mixed saliva from the corner of your lips. “Please let me show you how much hearing that means to me. You’ll let me make you feel good, right angel?”

Chigiri could feel the vibrations of your hum against his lips as he slowly kissed his way back down your body. His free hand wrapped around your thigh to keep you close to him as he took his previous spot between your legs, breath fanning your sensitive folds.

You gripped his hand harder as he gave the first experimental lick up the length of your pussy, thoroughly riled up from his treatment beforehand. Groaning as you slick coated his flattened tongue, your boyfriend pressed his hips into the mattress, searching for friction to relieve the bulge straining against his sweats.

“Ah shit, you taste so sweet, how’s it always so good?” Chigiri said, voice muffled by your core and sending sparks straight through you. He watched with rapt attention as your back bowed off the bed when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked firmly.

More slick poured from you and coated the lower half of his face as he pried your folds apart with his wet muscle just to hear your beautiful whimpers, which doubled in volume as he sunk his tongue into you. There was no denying how much you desired this, desired him, as you immediately clenched around the intrusion.

But you wanted -needed- more of him. With a dazed sigh of his name, your fingers tangled in his fiery strands and tugged him further into your heat. Mindlessly rutting against the bed at the sting on his scalp, more angelic groans spilled directly into you as Chigiri’s long lashes fluttered shut. The position he currently had you in, allowed his nose to rub against your bundle of nerves with every movement and it had your thighs clasping around the sides of his face, threatening to suffocate him.

The striker didn’t even seem fazed by it, in fact, his actions became more enthusiastic, driven by the goal to bring you to the peak of pleasure. And he knew you were almost there as your hips bucked upwards, trying to grind against him with his hair still secure in your fist.

By the time the coil in your stomach unravelled, there was no way the two of you could physically be any closer, even though you tried your hardest as you pressed your heels into his shoulder blades and curled your toes. Spurred on by the high-pitched whines and whimpers escaping you as your movements stuttered, Chigiri lapped up every single drop of cum you offered, completely drunk on your taste.

Swallowing heavily as your boyfriend gently set your legs down on the mattress again, massaging your calves as he did, you gave him a breathless smile. Sitting on his knees, he cast one last glance at your glossy pussy, glistening with a mixture of your release and his spit. The sight made his dick twitch with need as he licked his lips, which were stained with you.

Crawling back up your body, Chigiri carefully sunk down in order not to crush you under his weight as you wrapped one arm around his neck while the other travelled down the planes of his back.

“Did that feel good?” he asked, cherry eyes searching your own for any sort of discomfort as he trailed his palm up and down your side without any sort of direction. “Could I deliver my message well?”

“You did amazing as always, Hyoma,” you grinned, watching as his eyes widened and his hips jerked forward when your fingers dipped into his sweats and cupped his bulge through his boxers. “You’ll allow me to return the favour, won’t you pretty boy?”

♛ 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋

tw: oral (m! receiving), deep throating, kaiser is a little mean, slight dacryphilia, sir kink (once)

Kaiser is a sadist and frankly… a bit of an asshole. He’ll coo at you when heat spreads through you out of embarrassment and gets off on seeing tears of pleasure, overstimulation or frustration stain your face. Having you completely spread in front of a mirror as he toys with you really gets him going. Not only does he get to see all of you, no, he can also make you watch yourself unravel for him and only him. It’s a sight that can only be matched by you on your knees between his legs, worshipping him like a king…

“You like this, don’t you?” Kaiser was smirking down at you, his tone mocking but he was right. You hated how his taunts made your stomach churn with want and your panties soak with your own arousal. “Oh, forgot you can’t talk with my dick down your throat. Apologies, princess.”

A whimper escaped you as he pulled you off of him, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his glossy tip. Mascara was running down your cheeks and your lipstick was smeared across your lips, stains of the same shade wrapping around his cock, all the way down to the base; you looked so fucked out already and Kaiser was living for it. “Go on now, tell me how much you like this.”

“Yes, Mi-“ a tug at your hair cut you off. When you looked up to meet his eyes, you shivered at the chilly raise of his brow. “Y-Yes Sir, love it. Love it so much.”

“That’s a good girl. Now put your money where your mouth is.” Sliding his hand down to hold your chin between his fingers, he tapped his cock head against your lips, the salty taste of his precum hitting your taste buds. “Come on, open up for me, princess.”

You flicked your eyes from his dick back up to his as you opened your mouth again, tongue lolling out as you took in his form looming over you. His lips curled up at the corners to see you so obedient for him. Sinking into your warmth again, Kaiser huffed out a groan as he held you still, going slow until your lips stretched around the base of his cock. With your nose pressing against his trimmed pubes, tears welling in your eyes as the breaths from your nose fanned against his skin, he held you there for a little, indulging in the clenching of your tight throat around his tip as you tried not to gag.

But that was as far as your boyfriend was willing to test his patience that day. The way your tongue ran against the sensitive vein on the underside of his heavy shaft had his balls tightening as he tried to starve off his release as long as possible. As his hips jerked forward the first time on their own, he took it as his cue to start thrusting.

Your eyes screwed shut and you had to dig your nails into the muscles of his thighs, not caring at all whether his shorts would cover the marks the next day, as his tip hit the back of your throat over and over. Saliva pooled on your tongue, spilled over your lips, dribbled down your chin and onto your chest. The lewd sight had his abs contracting as his cock twitched against your pink muscle.

Pushing his bangs out of his face before bringing his palm from your chin to the back of your head as he leaned back on the hand propping him up on the bed, Kaiser pushed you down on him completely once again as his musky scent invaded your senses. You rubbed your thighs together to relieve some of the tension as you took in the light shining onto the slight sheen of sweat coating his skin, his hair messed up from running his fingers through it, looking downright ethereal.

“Look at me while you swallow everything I give you, princess,” he gritted out as he shallowly ground his pelvis into you until his hips stuttered. With your teary eyes fixed on his again, he let a guttural groan slip from his lips as he tipped his head back and ropes of hot cum shot down your throat. “Don’t waste a single drop, got it?”

Letting you pull off his dick, he closely watched the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed. He scooped up a drop that escaped the corner of your lips with his thumb and pushed it back into your mouth, smirking as you diligently sucked the digit clean.

“As much as I love seeing you on your knees, I think you earned yourself a reward. Come here, pretty,” he said, holding out his hand for you and pulling you up to stand between his legs, sniggering when you lightly stumbled as you stretched your legs again. Pushing your hair out of your face he gave you a sweet peck before turning you around and guiding you down until you sat between his spread thighs with your back to his chest.

As he trailed kisses from the back of your hand all the way to your shoulder blade and hooked your knees over his muscles, you finally understood what Kaiser was playing at when you raised your head and met his half-lidded gaze in the floor-length mirror across from you.

Your cheeks flared with heat as your eyes flitted across your exposed form, the wet spot on your underwear clearly visible to the both of you, as you tried to close your legs in shame only to be stopped by a large palm.

“Why so shy all of a sudden? I just want you to see how gorgeous you look when I make you cum, so keep your pretty eyes on that mirror,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties. “After all, a princess is meant to be shown off, wouldn’t you agree?”

♛ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

tw: mean dom! sae, blindfolds, edging, implied overstimulation, fingering (f! receiving), name calling (slut), slight degradation, mentions of dacryphilia

Sae loves reducing you to a whimpering mess before he even thinks about fucking you deep into the mattress, his cerulean gaze sharp and almost painfully neutral. His favourite way of achieving just that has to be fingering you for what feels like hours. Not only is he stretching you nicely to take all he gives you later on, it also allows him to run that mean mouth of his. Whether he’s edging you mercilessly or making you cum so often you barely remember your own name is a gamble though…

The room was positively spinning, you felt like falling despite being propped up against the pillows on your bed. Sweat slicked up your skin as you dug your fingernails into your palms, certain that half-moons would be visible even the next day.

“Sae, no more, please. I’m sorry,” you sobbed, voice hoarse from pleading with your boyfriend for what felt like hours. With the blindfold covering your eyes you couldn’t see the way Sae’s lips tugged up at the corners as he took in your messy hair and the tear tracks visible even with the black fabric wrapped around your head. Your thighs were coated with your own slick as Sae had brought you to the brink of an orgasm more times than you wanted to count before cruelly ripping it away from you again.

“Are you? I’m not so sure,” his voice was painfully neutral as he circled your puffy folds again, lazily running his fingers over your slit but not with enough pressure to actually satisfy you. Against your better judgement, your hips twitched up to chase his touch which only made him pull away entirely with a tut. “After all, I made it pretty clear you shouldn’t touch yourself while I was still at work and yet, what do I find when I come home? My pretty little girlfriend with her fingers stuffed in her messy cunt.”

The harsh tug at your nipple ripped a groan from you. You felt his hand trace down from the valley between your breasts, over your stomach leaving a featherlight trail of goosebumps in its wake, Sae softly humming as you shuddered. His other hand smoothed up your thigh, the simple action alone tightening the coil in your stomach again, too sensitive from your ruined orgasms. It settled at your hips, rubbing small circles into the bone, an unspoken apology for what was about to happen next.

You threw your head back into the pillows with a strangled moan as he pressed two fingers onto your throbbing clit, hurtling you down the path to another high he’d possibly take away from you again. Your babbling from before started once more, begging him to finally let you cum.

“Aren’t you enjoying your punishment a little too much, you little slut? I mean, look at you,” he chided. With his thumb continuing to press down on your twitching nub, his middle and ring finger met no resistance as he thrust them into your drenched cunt. Sae knew your body like the back of his hand, so he had absolutely no trouble finding the spot that made your knees jerk up against your will. “You want to cum, is that it? Do you think you deserve it?”

“Yes Sae, please! I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Please I won’t do it again, please.” If you could hear anything over the blood rushing through your ears, your whimpers would seem pathetic even to you. But right now, the only thing on your mind was your boyfriend’s fingers rhythmically pushing in and out of your pussy with a wet squelch as you gripped the sheets as if your life depended on it.

“Hmm, I guess you’ve behaved well enough, even kept your hands to yourself,” he mused, his tone still cool but his movements didn’t stop. “Go on and make a mess then before I rethink my decision again.”

A constant string of ‘thank you’s tumbled from your lips as you finally fell over the edge of pleasure, Sae keeping his thrusts steady even as your walls clamped down on him furiously and white hot fire set your whole body ablaze.

As you gradually came down from your high, panting to fill your lungs with much needed air, two fingers slipped under the material covering your eyes and gently pulled it off of you. You blinked your bleary eyes open at the sensation of soft lips pressing against your temple. But your attention was soon drawn to the light tap of his cock head against your clit which had you whimpering, no idea when Sae had undressed.

“What’s wrong? You said you wanted to cum right? I’m just giving my slut what she wants.”

♛ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

tw: size kink, implied multiple rounds, light marking

It has become somewhat of a routine for the two of you to shower together. While it doesn’t always end up in shower sex, Rin comes home pent-up from practice often enough and who are you to deny him (and yourself) the pleasure of sudsy hands roaming your body, feeling you up and kneading at your soft curves before he inevitably presses you into the cool shower tiles? Although, some nights, you find yourself in the shower again only a few hours later to wash away the remnants of the following round(s)...

Steam curled around your body, rising from your skin and fogging the bathroom mirror. But the water was nothing against the heat pooling in your stomach, your soft moans drowned out by the splashing of the drops. To the man behind you, they were still clearly audible though, his chest pressed firmly against your back as his hands roamed every inch of your skin.

Rin held you up with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he ground his hard cock between your ass cheeks with a low grunt. “I missed you today. So much.”

“I missed you too, baby,” you crooned, leaning your full weight into him. The wandering of his hands came to a halt, fingers running over your slit. “Fuck, Rin, I need you, please fill me up.”

“Are you sure, love? Let me prep you at least a little–”

“I can take it,” you cut him off, grinding back against him. “Just– Just go slow.”

“If that’s what you want. Tell me if it hurts, yeah?” Trapping one of your hands against the shower wall, he intertwined his long fingers with yours as well as he could. The arm that previously held you steady now grabbed onto your hips, pulling them back to slightly bend you over. Stuffing his cock between your legs to coat himself in your arousal, his light thrusts through your folds had his cockhead catch your clit with every movement. “Ready?”

You barely managed to squeak out the words before you already felt him prod at your core. Even just the mushroom-headed tip stretched you so well, you parted your lips in a silent scream, head hanging low as you focused on standing upright. Inch by inch, Rin continued to sink into you and you could feel every vein drag against your walls agonisingly slow. When he grazed past your sweet spot, you offered a small sob as you clenched down on him.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re doing so well,” he whispered against your shoulder, peppering conciliatory kisses along your skin, sucking a bruise into the juncture of your neck before moving up towards your jaw. “You’re always so good to me, aren’t you?”

By the time his hips were finally snug against your ass, you swore you could feel him in your lungs. Letting go of your hips, his hand came around to press down on the bulge in your stomach, feeling himself nestled inside of you so deeply. Then, he dipped your head back to connect your lips, the initially sweet kiss growing messier until you started whining into his mouth to finally move.

Rin wasted no time giving you what you wanted, revelling in the way you arched back into him as he slowly dragged out of you, groaning as your pussy didn’t want to let go of him. Building up to a steady pace, it didn’t take long for your legs to wobble slightly. He pulled you tightly against him, using his palm against your boob as leverage for his thrusts.

“Ah~ Rin, ‘s too much, you’re too big.” Your moans bounced off the walls, breathless as you clung to his arm. “Keep going, don’t stop!”

“Saying it’s too much and then whining for more? Can’t make up your mind, huh? Let me decide for you, then,” your boyfriend grunted. Gripping the back of your knee, he folded it up to your chest, spreading you open wide to angle his hips better, deeper, into your cunt. Pinching your nipple between his fingers as he reached around you to play with your clit. “At least your cunt knows what she wants, clamping down on me so damn tightly… you’re close aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes, god Rin, yes. Please make me cum!” you nearly yelled. “Only you– Fuck, only you can make me feel this good.”

“That’s right, now show me how good you look cumming on my cock.” His words were searing against your neck as you crumbled underneath him. You quivered in his arms as he shushed you, gently setting your knee back down and running the flat of palms down your sides. When you had stopped grinding back into him in a post-orgasmic haze, Rin pulled out and spun you around.

Hoisting you up with his hands grabbing at the fat of your ass, the striker caged you against the wall as you wrapped your legs around his hips. Cradling the back of your head in his large palm, he took in your fucked out expression with half-lidded eyes before stealing all air from your lungs again in a hungry kiss. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entry which you gladly granted. Tangling your tongues together, it still wasn’t enough to distract you from the way he lined himself up with your cunt again.

“Gorgeous as always,” he mumbled against your lips, cerulean eyes focused solely on you. “You can do that again for me, right? Want you to cum with me this time.”

♛ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

tw: switch! reo, soft dom! reo, lingerie, bondage, face-sitting, fingering (f! receiving), oral (f!receiving), light marking, praise, pet names, mentions of exhibitionism

Reo and you are on equal playing grounds both in and outside the bedroom. Taking turns teasing each other, riling the other up until they can’t take it anymore, that’s what makes being with Reo fun. You never know what to expect when you get intimate with him; will you watch as you order him to get himself off before you even think about touching him or will Reo have your nude form pressed against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse? Perhaps neither of you will take control as you exchange slow caresses, drunk on the taste of each other? As always, Reo does it all and he does it so perfectly…

“Don’t you look gorgeous, baby?” Lithe fingers danced across the red silk binding your thighs together, experimentally hooking his index and middle finger under the material, effectively pulling your exposed core closer to his face.

The plan for this night had been to tease him, the pretty lingerie you had put on especially for that sake lying discarded somewhere between the door and bed. Reo had apparently had a similar incentive this time around, not willing to hand over the reins so readily and the flimsy material you wore only spurred him on as he produced the red bindings from behind his back.

In his defence, you didn’t put up much of a fight as he crowded you against the bed, his large hands running up your spine to unclasp the lacey bra. As he slid the straps off your shoulders, his mouth busied itself by sucking blooming purple marks against your skin while you felt up the muscles underneath his shirt. The second his hands were free, one of them clasped both your wrists behind your back before loosely wrapping the silk around them.

“This okay, bunny?” he whispered against the shell of your ear and, frankly, the speed at which you nodded should have been embarrassing but you were way too curious to find out where this was going. The striker chuckled at your eager response, fastening the glossy red against your skin. “Aren’t you just the cutest? Don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your while.”

That was how you found yourself with your knees on either side of Reo’s head, quivering from both the effort to keep yourself upright and his tongue flicking continuously against your clit. You could feel the slick leaking out of you, pooling on the lower half of your boyfriend’s face as his fingers diligently worked you up to your orgasm. Curling his digits into you, he was searching for that one spot that always had you seeing stars and when he found it, you rocked your hips forward with a needy whine, trying to grind down on him to the best of your abilities.

With glossy eyes, you watched as Reo’s crinkled in amusement at your desperation, deliberately pressing into your sweet spot over and over to see you fall apart for him. Fire was licking up your spine as you wriggled in his grasp, the hand on your back immediately holding onto your bound wrists when he noticed you were about to topple over. Pulling your arms down, he arched your back to only press you further into him.

He shushed your cries of his name gently, the vibrations of his voice sending sparks directly into your bundle of nerves. “You’re doing so well for me. Now show me how good I make you feel when you cum all over my fingers and tongue, yeah?”

By now, you were reliant on the way he held you up, your own bones seemingly turned to jelly as his mouth wrapped around your clit, gently sucking on it and giving the faintest graze of his teeth against it. The effect was instantaneous as you hiccuped his name, the tight knot in your stomach snapping as you released all over him.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” letting you ride out your orgasm before slowly pulling his fingers from your pussy and licking them clean, his grin was finally visible to you. Smoothing his hands up your trembling thighs, he squished the flesh around the silk, a mischievous glint in his violet eyes.

“Let’s see what else we can use this for, now that I already have you like this.”

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